Grandpa Was A Carpenter

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Oh, grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every [C]day

No particular [G]reason, he just dressed that [D]way

Brown necktie with a matching vest and both his wingtip [C]shoes

He built a closet on [G]our back porch and put a [D]penny in a burned-out [G]fuse

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Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and [G]banks

Chain-smoked Camel [G]cigarettes and hammered nails in [D]planks

He would [G]level on the level, he shaved even every [C]door

And voted for Eisen[G]hower, 'cause [D]Lincoln won the [G]war

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Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle" and rock me on his [C]knee

And let me listen to the [G]radio before we got T[D]V

Well, he'd [G]drive to church on Sunday and he'd take me with him [C]too

Stained glass in every [G]window, hearing [D]aids in every [G]pew

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Well, my Grandma was a teacher, she went to school in Bowling [C]Green

Traded in a [G]milking cow for a Singer sewing ma[D]chine

Well, she [G]called her husband "Mister," and she walked real tall in [C]pride

She used to buy me [G]comic books [D]after grandpa [G]died

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Christopher J. Hoover choover@usd.edu University of South Dakota

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